Priscilla's refusal to pay attention to the headmaster's practice of caning, the evidence for which was so wide-spread and so frequent, was not due to...any prudery. Indeed, her extensive study of the ancients, especially in the arts, had acquainted her with an acceptance of the naked body that was probably more enlightened than that of many of her fellow students. Priscilla had even come across the story of how a pair of Callipygian maidens, as the histories called them, chose to exhibit their. I've never tried to hide my visits, though I usually stopped by when few people were around. Mostly to keep from being underfoot--she worked in fairly large labs. Since none of my friends better anchored in the gossip grapevine have asked me (even in jest) why I'm hanging around Liz like a puppy dog, I guess that the infrequency of my visits made it sufficiently un-newsworthy.After the New Year, she started dropping by my lab from time to time. Never that often, but I thought of it as a good. She was soft, and because she was a girl, she found exactly the right thing to do, as a boy would never be able to do. We removed our clothes, and didnt bother with the pretense of a nightgown. We lay on the bed, and both of our hands found the nether regions of the other. Both of us had pussy juice running down the cheeks of our butts, and our hands slipped easily up and down, in and out, until we both came with muffled yelps. Our hands continued without pause, until I removed mine, and took. " Monica said simply."You had her naked in the back?" Bill asked."Yeah, the crop sings so much better on bare skin." Monica said grinning.Pausing for lunch at a restaurant the trio ate and chatted amiably in North Carolina. Bill explained he was shifting further west in his trip to avoid the Washington Baltimore corridor and traveling to the Bar D by a slightly more circular route.As they drove away from the Restaurant, Monica noticed Jennifer sitting on the couch and looking slightly.